Love Is Always Write Volume 4

didn't know who you were. But I'm not sure…"
    "Why did they want to meet me? Because you and I are a thing?" He smiled.
    "No. I didn't tell them that. I'm not even sure we are a thing entirely. It's because of Emily. I told them I'd met her uncle, and he looked just like her."
    That made Greg full-out grin. "You're right, I do look like her. But Stefan, hey, even I know we're a thing."
    "I didn't want to ruin any fragile accord we might have by chasing you off. You're a scared man."
    "The hell I am." But maybe that really was true. He'd run away from family to claim a freedom he hadn't really enjoyed. Time to run back, and what a good thing he'd figured it out before he'd hurt Stefan.
    "Yes. Heck , you are scared. She's going to start imitating us soon." Now Stefan smiled too. The watch your language thing was a joke they shared. He reached over and brushed his fingers over Greg's brow. "But like I said. I'm cool for now. In fact, we could just punt that plan of going to the neighbors too." He raised his eyebrows and lowered his lids for a severely sexy look.
    Greg sucked in some air. "Later on, absolutely, I'm going to jump your bones. But for now I think we should go to your friends' house. And for the record, I'm not scared now. If it's okay to tag along with you, I'd love it."
    "Really?" Stefan sounded skeptical.
    "Yup. I'll even dress like Emily so that they see the resemblance."
    "You're kidding."
    "Not even a little bit. Bring on the pink bow."
    Greg didn't end up in an outfit that matched Emily—he changed his suit for jeans and a T-shirt. He did carry the diaper bag, the flowery strap slung across his chest, its purple-hippo-decorated bag at his hip. And he reached over and grabbed Stefan's hand as they strolled down the street, laughing and talking.
    THE END
    In the story there's mention of a Spring Fever, a non-alcoholic drink Stefan used to make for his worthless ex. Here's the recipe!
    Spring Fever
    3/4 oz lemon juice
    3/4 oz mango syrup
    1 1/2 oz pineapple juice
    2 oz blood orange juice
    Shake well over ice cubes in a shaker, and strain into a collins glass half-filled with crushed ice
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    Author bio: Summer Devon is the pseudonym of Kate Rothwell, who also publishes under her own name. As Summer, she has written five award-winning, historical m/m books with Bonnie Dee. Those books can be found at Loose Id and Samhain. Their m/m titles are: Seducing Stephen , The Gentleman and The Rogue , House of Mirrors , The Nobleman and the Spy , and The Psychic and the Sleuth . (Their first m/f collaboration is due out in April from Carina Publishing).
    This is Summer's first contemporary m/m. She's all over the Internet, and you can find her at:
    Facebook
    katerothwell.com
    summerdevon.com
    Her blog
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HALCYON CATS
    by Derekica Snake

    Two young men playing together on a boardwalk railing.

    Dear Author,
    I want the guy on top to be a black panther shifter, and I do want this particular visual to show up in the story. The rest is entirely up to you.
    Thanks so much,
    Adara =)

    genre: paranormal
    tags: shifters; dark; lovers-to-enemies-to-friends; father/son reunion; reference to past m/f & m/m relations; no sex content
    content warnings: reference to past non-con; violence; possible HIF (happy in future)
    word count: 5,099
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    HALCYON CATS
    by Derekica Snake
    Humans are the worst kind of animals because they truly believe that they aren't animals. That is what makes them the most dangerous beasts of all…especially the females. Rod didn't need to look away from the lip of my beer to know the kind of expression that human female news reporter had on her face as she alarmed the viewing public with the latest incident within the safe city borders.
    "Shit." Mackie the barkeep tossed his wet bar towel down on the counter and picked up the remote turning up the volume.
    "As you can see, this massive wolf was killed by wildlife authorities when reports of missing pets and mauled large breed dogs were reported in this area…" No doubt there would be anticipation dripping down the reporter's delicate fangs as she reveled in the carnage. A glistening of feral excitement in her eyes as she extolled the virtues of the brave and capable hunters who saved the population from this creature.
    Wolf? Rod didn't want to look at the screen.
    "Damn it." Mackie ran a hand down his face and his bulky shoulders dropped in dismay.
    "It's the kid isn't it?" Rod still didn't turn